I know, I know, I've got a lot of other stories within my possessions, but…what're you gonna do?

Warnings: An added OC (not overpowered/nor Mary Sue)

/…/ Writing on board.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

He could remember the day he was born. He was weak. So pale and weak. His skin was as pale as the white of the sky. His body, frail as a piece of paper. The doctors stated to his parents and sister that he had contracted a sickness that weakened his body to a tremendous degree. As a result, his body often fought against itself.

He remembered when his parents would give him unconditional love, and constantly worried for his safety. He remembered when his sister would always watch him sleeping, to the point that she had become very overprotective of him.

The immense pain he felt never ceased. It had manifested when he was an infant, but as the pain increased, he had become numb to it. He had gotten used to the pain as time went on, to the point that it didn't seem to bother him, or he did not bother to show it.

His physical appearance appeared to be as terrible as ever. His extremely pale-white skin contrasted with his brown hair and doe-brown eyes. His soft brown eyes, though innocent, appeared to be lifeless. His physical stature was absolutely fragile, so his family was often watchful to make sure where he was at all times.

That was all he could remember from the very beginning. The very next aspect of his memories, was one of the most prominent ones. A predominant memory that could never leave his mind, and had such a profound effect on him.

Blood. In the memory, there would be large puddles of blood in his house. The smell of copper filled the boy's nostrils, bringing a strange sensation within him. However, the boy couldn't move. He was still, as though he was frozen in time. The sight in front of him was something that he would never be able to block out.

It was the bodies of his parents. His father laid on the floor, blood pouring out of his stomach. His eyes were closed, as though he was in peace. The eyes, however, seemed to act as a decoy, as his father's jaw was twisted in a contorted manner.

Next to the father, laid the boy's mother. Her brown hair covered her face, with blood pouring out from it. Her arms had been twisted in a horrifying fashion, the bones sticking out of them. Her blood seemed to merge with her husband's, causing the puddles of blood to grow.

Both of the parent's bodies had glowing spears within them, causing even more blood to fall out.

As the boy looked at the bodies of his parents, he was held tightly within his sister's grasp. Even though the girl knew it was pointless, she whispered reassurances to her little brother. Telling him that it was all right, and that she would protect him.

But the boy never responded, his lifeless gaze on the bloody puddle that emerged from his parent's bodies. Holding her brother tightly, the sister narrowed her eyes as she looked up at the person who did the horrible atrocity to their parents.

It was a man dressed in light armor with a cape fastened onto it. He smirked darkly as he approached the siblings, charging a glowing spear within his hands. The little boy in front of him, was the reason he had come all the way from the Underworld. To kill this boy.

Shalba Beelzebub knew that the boy certainly was human. Otherwise, the boy wouldn't have been any concern to him. The reason he was hunting the boy down, was because the boy was rumored to have a great power within him. The boy was also rumored to be the 'reincarnation' of the being that was par on that of the Apocalypse Dragon, before it was sealed.

The Biblical God himself, before his death in the Great War, confirmed the entity's existence. The creature was so powerful that thousands of seals were placed in order to restrain it. However, before it was fully sealed, a portion of the entity's energy was able to escape the seal.

All of these assumptions were rumors, but Shalba, as ambitious as he could be, didn't want to risk anything. And so he traveled to kill the boy.

The boy had no why idea how or why this man had come here. He had no idea how the man found him and his sister. Then again, the boy's mind was clouded with nothingness. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. He felt…

Nothing.

Within his sister's grasp, the boy didn't move, even as his sister's hold tightened. As Shalba walked closer, he lifted the light spear, smirking at the girl's expression.

"Don't worry," Shalba began as he lifted the light spear up higher. "You can join your precious parents soon."

The boy slowly looked up at Shalba, his eyes becoming more lifeless. His doe-brown eyes started to close, as though he was falling into a peaceful sleep. As soon as the light spear was brought down, darkness began to claim the boy, until all he could see was absolute nothingness.

Otouto-chan!

Soft doe-brown eyes opened slowly, until they cleared up. The boy looked around himself to see that he was tucked in his bed.

"Otouto-chan…"

At the sound of the voice, the boy looked up to see a tall woman with long black hair, which was split apart and tied into a ponytail. She was dressed in a white shirt, a black business suit and matching skirt, black tie, stockings, and high heeled shoes.

Blinking slowly several times, the boy got up and silently rubbed his eyes. Looking worriedly at her younger brother, the woman sat on the bed, and rubbed the boy's head softly. She could tell that just by looking at his eyes that he had been suffering through that memory in the form of a nightmare.

Even since that moment, she had taken a role in supporting herself and her younger brother. The woman was somewhat able to recover. Her brother, however, had been traumatized by the event greatly. The boy from a young age, was extremely sick to begin with. And now…as a result of the tragic event, the boy was now rendered mute.

As he got older, the boy's health often fluctuated. When he was younger, the boy could barely stand, but now he could actually move about, and take care of himself normally.

The woman was already in her mid-twenties, while her brother was only seventeen, although the latter's body didn't exactly show it.

As she rubbed her brother's head gently, the woman looked at the clock.

"It's your first day at school today."

The boy didn't move, or show any indication that he had heard her. But the woman knew. She always knew. She understood her brother's mannerisms, and how to effectively deal with them.

The woman removed her hand from her brother's head, and placed her hands on her lap.

"Because I work at the school, the staff allowed me to enroll you in." The woman stated quietly. "We're going to come there early, so I can show you around the place. Okay?"

Her brother remained still, until seconds later, he nodded slowly to her. The woman sighed as she caressed her younger brother's cheek.

"Breakfast is ready." The woman said as she got up from her brother's bed.

As she went to the door, she suddenly heard a sound. As though something was being scribbled down on a hard surface. The woman turned around to see her brother holding up a writing board.

/Thank you, Isae./

Her eyes widening a little, Isae Hyoudou smiled as she opened the door to her brother's room.

"I love you too, my Issei-chan."

So…do you hate it? Like it? Tolerate it? Comments/Reviews/Thoughts are appreciated.